Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God



~Cries of pleasure rang out from Jade for what seemed like hours. She lost count of how many times she climaxed that day. If it wasn't for Dyon holding her up with his free hand, she would have long since collapsed to the ground. Her legs were weak, fragile and trembling.

Her fair skin was flushed a deep shade of red that glistened under the faint light of the corridor and her sweat. Finally, Dyon let her go and she fell softly to the floor, trying to catch her breath.

By the time she looked up, Dyon was gone.

Jade stared at the light of the array Dyon had left behind. One hand between her legs and another on her breast… she shivered under her own oppressive sensitivity. Her back arched violently for the last time that day, "Dyon…"

By the time Jade came to her senses, another hour had already passed.

Jade could only laugh bitterly to herself, "You say you aren't a good guy, yet you did nothing but pleasure me for hours… you didn't take my virginity… you didn't ask me to please you… you just gave me what you thought I wanted and left…"

Touching her delicate regions again, Jade sighed, "It just doesn't feel as good when I do it myself…"~

An obsessive light-colored Jade's eyes.

The scene shifted once more. Dyon, who had just left his first meeting with the hidden alliance force of the Elves headed by the fake Royal Princess walked through the forest alone.

~Suddenly a gentle voice came from behind Dyon, "There are no beasts this way you know… you didn't need to silence me. And even if you did, did you really need to silence my voice too? Do you hate me that much?"

Dyon tilted his head back to look at Jade's lovely figure. But, to his surprise, she was already wrapping her arms around him and pressing her face to his back.

Dyon pried the girl's hands apart, pressing them against the tree and above her head.

Jade pouted as she looked up at Dyon with her purple-blue eyes. It was almost comedic how her arms were being pinned above her head, but the reaction of her chest was anything but.

Dyon couldn't help but be mesmerized by the deep ravine as he looked down.

Jade blushed, "If you wanted to look again, you just have to ask… but, weren't you more interested in getting me to my knees the first time we met? I'm sure that hasn't changed, right?"

Dyon's eyes widened in shock as Jade slide down the tree, allowing Dyon to keep hold of her hands.

The next words she spoke though, even left Dyon speechless.

"You were intent on keeping me silent before, right?" Looking up at Dyon from her knees, "Well, are you going to use some boring sound technique? Or are you going to put something in my mouth instead?"

Despite her question, Jade didn't allow Dyon to answer. She had already used her teeth to pull his sweat pants down slowly.

Suddenly, Jade's eyes widened. Staring at the sight before her, she laughed bitterly, "This isn't fair you kn –"

This time Dyon didn't allow Jade to finish talking.

His senses were invaded by a deep and warm wetness. The endless swirls and suction gave Dyon a feeling he'd never felt before.

His aurora and celestial will roared to life.

Suddenly, his pleasure was Jade's.

Jade felt herself weakening as she felt the sudden change… suddenly her watery eyes reddened with a fervent passion. That dull and uncomfortable pain she was feeling became nothing but a pool of pleasure she wanted to dive deeper and deeper down.

In the end, she felt like she was drowning. And endless ravine gushed forth from Dyon. The only thing she could do was accept it. Her hands no longer hers. Her body no longer hers. Her feelings… no longer hers.

With that, she passed out…~

Dyon could see every time he wronged Jade, every time he ignored her cries for help, and every time he used her for his own gains.

Maybe the former two he could be pardoned for. After all, he didn't have Lyla's True Empath ability, how could he read Jade's mind? But, at the same time, what possible justification did he have for becoming so sexually intimate with her? Wasn't he simply venting his pent-up lust?

Even still, that was looking at things through rose-colored glasses…

Why was Dyon so flirtatious when he already had Madeleine in his heart? Just a few months ago, he had snorted at Madeleine's idea that he might need more wives, yet here he was, slapping his own face.

Was it because he was immature? Was it because he was a young man still dealing with the throes of youth? Was it because the demon sage's blood compelled him? Maybe it was because of his demonic will, twisting and manipulating his personality and inner thoughts?

The truth was all of these things were true, but so what? He claimed the heart of a woman, then arbitrarily threw it to one side.

The scenes changed once more. Dyon saw images of him confronting Jade, of him looking down at her with the very disdain she had hoped he would… But he also felt the pain within her…

Even as she laughed maniacally, playing every bit the role of villain, her heart bled, pouring out in a desperate cry for help.

In the end, Ri destroyed her looks, marring her face with scars and eliminating the last bit of sanity Jade had left within her. The world had abandoned her. Even the man she thought was so perfect had used her as a tool to vent his lust. Now, that man, the only man she had ever felt something for, would never look at her even for such a debasing purpose again…

The scenes changed one final time… Dyon finally regained control over his body, only to see Jade's ice statue kneeling below Ms. Everdeen's corpse, tears streaming down her face…

At this moment, Dyon's chest wasn't just figuratively bleeding. A hole had appeared, cutting through his skin and ribs to reveal his heart… Black blood poured out of the wound and his orifices, his eyes never leaving the kneeling silver-haired beauty…